(1833)
When first our Bard his simple will express’d,
That I should in his Heroine’s robes be dress’d,
My fears were with my vanity at strife,
How I could act that untried part—a “Wife.”
But Fancy to the Grison hills me drew,
Where Mariana like a wild flower grew,
Nursing her garden-kindred: so far I
Liked her condition, willing to comply
With that sweet single life: when, with a cranch,
Down came that thundering, crashing avalanche,
Startling my mountain-project! “Take this spade,”
Said Fancy then; “dig low, adventurous Maid,
For hidden wealth.” I did: and, Ladies, lo! }
Was e’er romantic female’s fortune so, }
To dig a life-warm lover from the—snow? }
A Wife and Princess
see me next, beset
With subtle toils,
in an Italian net;
While knavish
Courtiers, stung with rage or fear,
Distill’d
lip-poison in a husband’s ear.
I ponder’d
on the boiling Southern vein;
Racks, cords,
stilettos, rush’d upon my brain!
By poor, good,
weak Antonio, too disowned—
I dream’d
each night, I should be Desdemona’d:
And, being in
Mantua, thought upon the shop,
Whence fair Verona’s
youth his breath did stop:
And what if Leonardo,
in foul scorn,
Some lean Apothecary
should suborn
To take my hated
life? A “tortoise” hung
Before my eyes,
and in my ears scaled “alligators” rung.
But my
Othello, to his vows more zealous—
Twenty Iagos could
not make him jealous!
New raised to
reputation, and to life— }
At your commands
behold me, without strife, }
Well-pleased,
and ready to repeat—“The Wife.”
}
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JOHN WOODVIL
A TRAGEDY
(1798-1802. Text of 1818)
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CHARACTERS
SIR WALTER WOODVIL.
JOHN. }
SIMON. } his sons.
LOVEL. }
GRAY. } Pretended
friends of John.
SANDFORD. Sir
Walter’s old steward.
MARGARET. Orphan
ward of Sir Walter.
FOUR GENTLEMEN.
John’s riotous companions.
SERVANTS.
SCENE—for the most part at Sir Walter’s mansion in DEVONSHIRE; at other times in the forest of SHERWOOD.
TIME—soon after the RESTORATION.
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ACT THE FIRST
SCENE.—A Servants’ Apartment in Woodvil Hall.
Servants drinking—Time, the morning.
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A Song by DANIEL
"When the King enjoys his own again."
PETER
A delicate song. Where did’st learn it,
fellow?